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#1: Triana

Video: Triana

Triana is basically a all night bar right on the banks of the Tennessee River in Alabama. Used to go there after everything else had closed down.

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Triana! Thank God that you're still there

When I need some, something strong and cold and clear

In the late night and the early morning air

I often need a cold Triana beer.

Getting lonesome, and no one seems to care
And I want some-body with me here
But it's hopeless, so I take a drink instead
I can't cope with all these feelings in my head
But look around this ol' town when they roll away the streets
There ain't much, and I gotta hunch that Triana's where I'll be
When the sun comes and the drinking's done
That's where you'll find me

Yeh, my lady ain't speaking nice to me
It drives her crazy wondering where I’ll be
The truth is I think she may be right
And the proof is all this prowling in the night
But who knows where love goes and it looks like time to quit
And who tries to get wise when there ain’t no sense in it
In Triana I'm damn well
Gonna make the pieces fit

Oh, the midnight and the time that comes beyond
Is a bad time for thinking and coming down
So I stay up and pray to see the sun
In Triana where the late night people come
It’s sunrise for tired eyes, though my body knows no pain
But why go, I can't throw this weariness away
At the bar stool sits a damn fool
Sinking down the drain

Triana! Godammit, I'm still here
Just plain dumb: Give me another beer
It's a rule of thumb and I want to make it clear
I often need a cold Triana beer
Triana! Thank God that you're still there
When I need some, something strong and cold and clear
In the late night and the early morning air
I often need a cold Triana beer.
 
© 2011 Chuck Puckett

#7: Moon's Got A Ring Around It

Video: Moons Gotta Ring Around It

A ring around the moon portends rain. Ignore it!

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Well, the moon's gotta ring around it

Ain't no doubt about it

And I've just gotta shout that it don't worry me

But if it should rain tomorrow

I won't complain tomorrow

I'd be insane to borrow that philosophy

The weather is hard to claim

I'd rather not place the blame

Anyway, it's all the same when all the four winds blow

Let 'em blow round the bend

If they come around again

Then, my friends, the wind knows something you don't know

Like it or not, the cards

Gonna fall mighty hard

You get to play your part, or else you walk away

If you don't play to win

Don't say that you'll try again

This one time is when you get your only say

Try to tell the river where to flow

Try to tell the four winds where to blow

You'll be standing on the shore

Shouting things I've heard before

But I don't wanna hear no more

Can't you just let it go.

Yeah, the world's got a row to hoe

Everybody tells you so

But the thing that they don't know is how you make it through

Well get this through your head

It ain't over until you're dead

And even then I've read you can dance away your blues

© 2020 Charles Puckett

#3: Mister Milk

Video: Mister Milk

I guess this song bears some thematic resemblance to "Nowhere Man" mashed up with "Ballad Of A Thin Man". It's about a kind of milquetoast individual who has no idea what his life means.

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Mister Milk he’s not right

He is wound up too tight

He’s programmed to react

And he doesn’t care about the facts

He won’t care what you do

He is not aware of you

He ignores all the signs

It’s not that he is so unkind

But somewhere he just lost his mind

Mister Milk, he’s so mad

He thinks he has been had

He is ripe for a fight

And he’ll never ever see the light

Mister Milk watches the news

What he hears are his views

He’s so scared and afraid

Of anyone who is not made (like him)

Of anyone who is not made

Oh, oh,  Mister Milk, your life is like silk

Oh, poor old Mister Milk, everything slips on by

Oo, Oo, Mister Milk, have you had your fill

Of dead dreams that you’ve spilled, waiting until you die

Always wondering why you lived such a lie

But the truth just passes you by

There’s not much in his eyes

He’s not good at disguise

He might walk, he won’t run

And he never seems to have any fun

He tries hard to fit in

But won’t say where he’s been

What he’s done or with who

Heaven knows what he might do

You’d think he might have a notion or two

Mister Milk, you must know

That you can’t remain so

Unaware of what’s real

You need to think before you feel

Mister Milk you must see

That you can not be free

Till you let yourself go

And you’re ready to let ‘em all know

That you’ve really got something to show

Mister Milk, he’s so scared

What he’d do if he dared

But he won’t ‘cause he can’t

He’s stuck inside his head and he can’t

Mister Milk, he’s so scared

What he’d do if he cared

But he won’t not until

He is way up yonder over the hill

He wishes everything would just stand still

© 2010 Chuck Puckett